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Pale, golden light spills through the high windows, painting Leliel and the sleeping infant in his arms in a soft, celestial glow. The chair rocks with a slow, hypnotic creak. Michael steps into the room, the sound of his footsteps absorbed by the thick, quiet air. How’s our little miracle? he asks, his British accent smoothing the words into a caress. Leliel looks up, a smile touching his lips as his fingers drift over Nikki’s fine hair. She’s perfect, he says, the vow to protect her unspoken but loud between them. The baby stirs, a faint whimper escaping her. Hush now, Leliel murmurs, we’re right here. Michael moves, retrieving a bottle, and presses it into Leliel’s waiting hand. Leliel guides the nipple to her mouth. She latches on, her plump cheeks working rhythmically, and…